Kane’s POV

The room feels smaller once she’s restrained.

Iron bands bite into the healer’s wrists, etched with runes meant to dampen magic and suppress outside influence. They hum softly, a low, steady sound that crawls under my skin. Two guards stand at the door. Another by the wall. No one speaks unless they have to.

I stand near the table, arms crossed, watching her breathe.

She looks… ordinary. That’s the worst part.

Not foaming at the mouth. Not laughing manically. Just a woman ...